Tuned Out.

When I was young, I distinctly remember my parents turning the sound up in the back of the car. All I could see was the flapping of their lips, laughter, and the occasional scowl. What were they talking about? I became hopelessly lost in the music, drifting away to a place far away as I gazed out upon open land and billboard signs.

Tonight, I recaptured that moment in time. I simply couldn't take another "MOM!" or "I need...." It suddenly occurred to me, fade the music to the front to drown out all the crying, talking, needy little voices blaring from the two rows behind me. Thank you Kid Rock, tonight you gave me a tiny moment of bliss, a break from my life, a piece of sanity.

Down goes the camera lens.

You know that sickness you felt as a kid when you broke something that was not getting replaced. I haven't missed it. My big fat pregnant self caught the strap of my camera and ripped it right off the kitchen table tonight. BASH!!!! The sound of my lens shattering into a million little pieces. I am devastated. Fortunately for me I am an adult now who has the ability to replace items I mistakingly break, however, the thought of dropping another $500 on a lens is enough to trigger my up-chuck reflux. LAME SAUCE ladies and gentlemen. Let's pay some homage to the last pictures that lens ever saw.

Week 24. Mia turns the BIG 4!

Hooray for Friday! After a brutal break up with our childcare provider last Wednesday, the kids have been home with me all week. Well, mostly all week, they were with grandparents for the duration of my working hours. It has been so much fun hanging out with Sophia and Bella! Sophia gave me a big hug yesterday and said "I like staying home with you." It is little things like so that melt my heart.

Mia turned the big 4 this week. I would say this is her "birthday week", she seems to continuously get presents. Tomorrow is her big birthday party at Faulkner Ranch. Her classmates are totally stoked about it. Mia's "pony party" was the topic for discussion when I ate lunch with her class on Wednesday. I managed to get all the party bags made last night which include handcuffs, sheriff badges, bubbles, and a special treat just to piss off the parents.... FUN DIP. Ah, I used to LOVE that stuff but, I in NO WAY want my 4 year old walking around with a package of it. Ah well, it is her birthday week after all. I am most excited for the cupcakes. Milton, Mia's Godfather, is a professional pastry chef. Together with John he will be creating the most delicious cupcakes for the little dudes. This is going to be one rockin party, I can't wait to post pics!

Last but not least, My weekly belly shot. 24 Weeks..... TIME IS FLYING.

Week 23. A week with the girls.

My Weekly Belly Shot.

Bella has started making this crazy face every time she sees a camera. This is her "say cheese" face. I adore it. Soon she will not want to smile for the camera at all, it will take me 50 shots to get a good one. She is developing a little attitude, I am not sure where she gets it from, but I am confident that I will be battling it for the next 18 years.... or more.

This week is the last day of Miss Mia's 2 week spring break vacation. We have been super busy getting our nails done, meeting friends for lunch, and having play dates. She seems to be quite the little socialite.

Sophia is beginning to feel left out due to the extensive social life Mia has developed. She is old enough to know Mia is going to do something fun, she just isn't old enough to go. I am excited for her to start school, she is going to love it. This week she has been particularly bossy. Constantly instructing me on what I need to be doing or telling me "I can do it myself, mom". Little Miss Independent.

22 Weeks & Counting.

Ahhhh, here we are again, let the madness begin. Over the next few weeks I am sure to be on my hands and knees scrubbing away at crevices that have no business being cleaned, dusting spaces you would never have known existed, and frantically arranging/rearranging (repeat) my entire house. Today I am 22 weeks pregnant with our first son. Lord help us all. I feel great, "glowing" that pregnant glow.... whatever that means. I am not puking my brains out every 5 minutes, I can eat, & I actually LOOK pregnant vs. extremely bloated. Unfortunately, I know all too well this is short lived, I am trying to enjoy it while it lasts.